Behind the Glass

 

Behind the Glass

 

 

Looking in,

A world so perfect

Holding tears back,

Wishing my life could be different

I stand here

Alone and scared.

Hold me,

Mold me to where I can fit in

Is it my fault,

That my childhood was broken?

Is it a crime,

For me to keep trying?

Break the glass,

I stand behind.

Handle me gently,

Carry me into a room

Where I can belong.

My tears fall,

I yearn to be apart of your world.

I’ve done my part to change,

All I ask if your acceptance.

Take me as I am.

 

By: Chong N. Kim

September 9, 2004

 

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